IL MIO PC È UN GRAN BASTARDO, SE MI VEDETE POCO SAPPIATE CHE È COLPA SUA.
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Dear Roberta Sparrow, I reached into your book and... there's so many things i need to ask you. Sometimes I'm afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I'm afraid that you'll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.
